But I do know I miss you and I want you to comehome." But then we fight." Why did he bother? The sim wouldn't match that, butthe damn things were gett...ng better. Perhaps, it would construe enoughof her mental state to provide a response."I want... I want to try harder. It's just when you're gone, I feel soalone, but I do miss you and I want you to come home so we can try.Okay?"If you talked to a sim message too long, it would exhaust itself. Therewas only so much material in a single call,. The onlyother feature was the zipper that replaced the crotch seam.Right where a normal front button would be, was where thezipper started. The zipper went down and underneath herbutt crack and back up to the back of the jeans. Instead ofa gold hoop there was a gold faux padlock attached to thezipper and dangled with enticement just below her visibletattoo. A tug on the gold fake padlock would start to unzipthe crotch and it could keep on unzipping all the wayunderneath and then up to the. However, after a few months, Peter began having nights away from home, citing company business. I had no reason to think otherwise. One evening I received a phone call from my good friend Susan Hays who worked in the same office as Peter.The company had taken on an office junior by the name of Jamie and Peter was showing rather a lot of interest. I just assumed that she was a girl, but I was wrong. Jamie was a delightful young man straight out of school. I think it was early winter when I. “I better go downstairs and get my clothes. Thank you for another amazing day. I really like you so much.” “My pleasure. Ellen, you’re amazing. I wish you were my wife. Let’s exchange phone numbers. Call me anytime.” We both giggled and walked down the stairs. I gathered my clothes and got dressed. I really felt like a complete slut. We didn’t do anything except have sex. I knew my husband would be completely pleased. I took my cellphone out of my purse and Rich put his number into my phone..